Page 56 of Lash

Greed for his body surges through me; I twist so he's under the stream, freeing his hair from the ponytail and then running my hands over his shoulders and down his pecs.

"Tatiana," he murmurs. "I am supposed to be taking care of you."

"You are," I answer, letting my hands slide down his waist to cup the hard bubble of his ass. "This is what I need. Giving me what I wantisletting you take care of me."

He snorts. “That's not exactly what I meant."

I shrug. "I know what you meant. And that will happen. Eventually."

"Eventually?" He echoes, making it a question.

"Eventually." I step closer, so the tips of my breasts brush his chest, and I loosely clutch his cock in both hands. "I have other plans first."

He throws his head back at my touch, groaning. "Tatiana, fuck."

“Talk to me, Lash."

He hisses when I stroke his length. "I…It has been a very long time since I was with anyone."

"You've been celibate ever since…then?" I ask.

"Yes." There's a whole world of emotion in that one word.

“That's okay," I tell him, leaning into him to steal a kiss. "I'll use your own words, Lash—just relax and let me take care of you."

"How did the tables get turned?" he asks.

"I told you—giving me what I wantistaking care of me. I enjoy being taken care of, Lash. I like letting you meet my needs. But I have other needs, and right now those are front and center."

"It is hard for me to be selfish," he says.

"Then don't think of it as being selfish," I respond, stroking him again. "Think of it as…as giving through receiving."

"That feels a bit convoluted." He opens his eyes and watches my hand slide down his length. "God, Tatiana. The way you touch me."

"What about it?" I ask, using a hand-over-hand stroke to make him dip at the knees, groaning.

"It feels so good." He grunts, then, bucking into my hand. "Toogood."

"No such thing as too good," I tell him. "Just enjoy it. You said you were mine to command and control? Well, this is what I want. I want to touch you, Lash. I want to feel your body. I want to watch you lose control. I want to make you feel so good you forget everything."

He dips at the knees as I slowly caress his length, now one hand and then two, now pumping and then twisting at the top. "Tatiana, fuck. I…god. Oh—god."

"What, Lash? Tell me what you're thinking."

"It feels so good I almost feel guilty."

I touch my forehead to his, whispering. "Lash, you're allowed this. It's okay to want it. It’s okay to let yourself have it. It's okay to let yourself haveme.”

"I've denied myself emotional peace and physical pleasure for so long, it's hard to remember how to feel otherwise."

"You start by trusting me."

He trembles. "Tatiana…"

"Call me Tati."

His breath comes in short, gasping pants. "Tati…I…oh—Tati, I can't—"